I just wanna say fuck the summer school
principals and teachers .
Ya'll all suck cow dick .
I wanna thank Mario for getting me in trouble .
That's why you lied about getting your eybrolws waxed .
And you wear color contacts , yet you claim you're not gay . SMH .
And I also wanna thank Donald .
For never giving me a ride anywhere and letting me walk a quarter
of a mile to get to my house from the bus stop in the blazing fucking heat .
SMH .
But I only have one week to go of this shit and I'm out .
This summer has been pretty wack .
No vacation .
No boyfriend .
Nothing .
Just stacking paper and texting .
Maybe one day I wont have to mack anymoree .
But I've been macking so long it would be kinda weird if I feel out of that loop .
Don't get Macking and Hoeing confused .
They are two tot tally completely different things .
Macking : flirting, being ostentatious to attract member(s) of the opposite sex .
Able to attract several members of the opposite sex at one time without knowing
that the person who is attracting them has another person that they are interested in without using sexual intercourse or favors . Possessing the ability to have people eating out the palm of their hands using charisma and personalityy .
Hoeing or ( whoring ) : To carelessly give sexual acts or favors . To be promiscuous .
A woman or man who uses their body, or gives the impression that her mark can be intimate with them ,
for material gain or to boost his or her own ego . Slut , Skank , hoochie .
Maybe that nigga is out there , somewhere .
I just wish he would come alreadyy .
Oh yeah Dre .
You inspired the blog shit too .
You just annoy me .
You text me wayy too much .
IDK how you got my number cough cough . Lmao .
I take driving lessons next week .
And I get my car in Februaryy .
Hopefully .
Then I could go to a different school .
Im gonna go find something to drink .
And text my nigga Kevin P .
I'm Out . Yeeeeee .
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
